Rain

 It's raining as I write, the first rain we've seen in awhile. It's almost a proper rain, too, though not enough. I wish the sky would just open up and pour rain for a few hours. That would make me happy.

I stayed up last night reading a novel by Kate Clayborn called Love at First. It's romantic drivel, but I don't care. (I had started reading Alan Alda's autobiography Never Have Your Dog Stuffed but when he started in on dealing with his mother (who was clearly bipolar), I could not read any more. It was too awful, so I turned away from it to pure fantasy.) It kept me up until about 6:00 or 6:00, then I managed to fall asleep and to sleep until just after 1:00 p.m.

It's already 4:30. Where did the day go? 

Judi came back from her trip and was sick. (Did I already write about this?) Of course she got into the car with Dave (he picked her up from the airport) and took her mask off. The next day she was coughing and felt awful. I have been checking up on her via text, but I'm too angry to call and talk to her. She's likely to survive Covid (if that's what this is) because she's had three shots (her two Pfizer and a booster), but who knows who she passed this on to while on her trip. Those people might not be so lucky. And even vaccinated, Covid is awful. The vaccine only mostly protects you from serious illness and death. That's it. People are pretending that once their vaccinated, they're bulletproof, but nothing is further from the truth. 

In my little state, 19% of people hospitalized with Covid are vaccinated, and 13% of the people dying from Covid are vaccinated. That number will only rise as more people pretend that being vaccinated is all that they have to do to protect themselves. No. Being vaccinated is like buying an insurance policy. Just because you have car insurance, doesn't mean you can drive as fast as you want and run red lights and ignore traffic laws. Just because you are vaccinated, doesn't mean that you can stop wearing your mask, stop washing your hands, stop social distancing. That's not how this works. And this pandemic goes on and on because people either don't know this or don't care.

I hate this.

But whatever. I just do what I can. 

I did not start out to write about that, that's for sure. 

It's still raining.

Gray Kitty has gone out and come back in twice. Now he is crouched by the open door just watching the rain. He has been curling up with Dave a lot since Dave came back from his stay with Buzz at Judi's. He may have started out as my cat, but he is Dave's cat now.

What have I done in the handful of hours since I woke up? I finished up the last 20 pages or so of the novel I mentioned. I wrote my requisite three morning pages. I took a shower. Dave made lunch (sandwiches and chips) and we sat together and watched an episode of Kantaro: The Sweet Tooth Salaryman as we ate. Now I'm writing this and listening to the rain outside.

I hope it continues.